loren
Raising his eyebrows at Jigano's words, Loren gave the bard a curious look. "Is that so?" Before the healer could ask what, exactly, the white-haired man meant by that, the discussion swung around to herbs. Nodding, the Launceleyn rubbed the back of his neck absently. "That was the idea." Despite the soft words, it was clear he was pleased by Jigano's assessment.
As glass appeared between the other man's hands, Loren smiled faintly. "I guess that answers that." Reaching out, he held up the glass for inspection. "I've already got an order in with the Artisan's Guild. But it would be nice to have you around for the actual set up, in case we miscalculated or for when some thing goes wrong. No pressure, though." The request was made hesitantly, since the bard wasn't exactly at the healer's beck and call.
As glass appeared between the other man's hands, Loren smiled faintly. "I guess that answers that." Reaching out, he held up the glass for inspection. "I've already got an order in with the Artisan's Guild. But it would be nice to have you around for the actual set up, in case we miscalculated or for when some thing goes wrong. No pressure, though." The request was made hesitantly, since the bard wasn't exactly at the healer's beck and call.
Never judge a book by its cover.
